The space in the secret realm is interesting.

Unlike the alternation of day and night in the outside world, the sun and moon in the secret realm are fixed.

Not only does light and darkness not change, but even the climate changes according to the region, not the time.

In the secret realm, the further south you go, the brighter the light becomes, and the hotter the climate becomes.

Conversely, if you go north, then the night is the eternal theme.

The only thing in the sky that can provide light is the silvery full moon, and as for the sun, I don't know where it has been thrown away.

All the way north, the climate is getting colder.

At some point, the moist ground beneath our feet turned into a snow-covered snowfield, and snowflakes as big as goose feathers were carried by the cold wind and raged among the mountain passes.

Zhang Yun, who was wrapped in a black cloak, moved towards the north step by step under this extreme climate.

There was a howl from the wind, a terrible howl, as if a resentful evil spirit was roaring angrily.

The white moonlight overhead illuminated the snow in the mountains, making the space even more weird.

The snowflakes that had been swept up by the wind were like ghosts, hovering back and forth around him.

If someone is here and sees this strange scene, they can't help but mutter: There can't really be anything unclean here, right?

But in fact, apart from the unjust souls that the demon monks forcibly extracted with secret methods, how could there be anything that was not clean?

How can there be such a thing as a ghost in this world?

Zhang Yun's figure seemed to be elongated, and he suddenly rushed forward a distance of several hundred meters.

A dull silver spear pierced out of his hand, through the white velvet fur, and then through the snow wolf's chest with a vivid blood red.

Blood stained the snow red, a faint white gas rose from the red snowdrift, and the mortally wounded snow wolf struggled with all its might, trying to break out of the barrel of the gun rooted in the earth.

But that won't change anything other than wasting the last of its strength.

Blood foamed the white fuzz on the corners of its mouth, and a mournful whimper was released through the blood bubble with weakness and grievance.

"Woo......"

Hear that faint moan...... Moan, the indifferent gaze hidden in the hood turned downwards to look at the gaze full of supplication.

His eyes were calm and unwavering, and there was no change in the snow wolf's eyes.

The sturdy arm holding the silver spear twisted hard, and a large amount of water vapor spurted into the snow wolf's body along the water cloud.

Then, "bang"!

The original snow-white body instantly exploded into a pool of blood.

The splattered flesh and blood slammed into Zhang Yun's body, isolated by the thin film of water, and fell weakly to the ground.

Zhang Yun looked down at the silver gun in his hand, flicked his left arm, and put it back into the storage bag.

The palm of his right hand was held against the bloody corpse, and the small white round beads peeled off from the blood clot and flew to his palm.

"Another Neidan, this northern snow-capped mountain, what a good place......"

Said lightly, and then put the white bead in his hand into his mouth, and the demon beast's inner pill melted in his mouth, returning to its most primitive form, turning into a cloud of white mist and rushing into the sea of qi, becoming a part of his body.

Zhang Yun was not very clear about the cultivation path of demon beasts.

He only knew that the so-called Neidan was somewhat similar to the isolated island in the sea of qi, and after eating it, it could help improve the physique and improve the purity of the spiritual root.

As for the rest, he didn't understand it, and he didn't have any interest in understanding it, he just had to know that it would be of great use to him.

"The demon beasts over there in the Lingquan Cave have to kill almost seven or eight before they can find an inner pill."

"And over here, almost every demon beast has a ...... in its body"

"Could it be that the formation of this Neidan is related to their cultivation and strength?"

"Just as when I reach the late stage of Qi refining, the foundation will rise out of my body, and they also need to reach a certain realm before they can generate Inner Dan?"

I have to say that this speculation is still very likely.

After thinking about it for a moment, he felt more and more that it was probably because of this.

On the side of the Snow Mountain, the average strength of the demon beasts is much higher than that of the Lingquan Cave.

Judging from the existing rules, most of them just didn't run away as he guessed.

Standing in place and digesting it a little, making sure that all the external forces in his body were absorbed by himself, Zhang Yun took another step and continued to march north.

The treasure locked by the spiritual sense is still a certain distance away from him, and I am afraid it will take a while to find it.

During this journey, he could find as many demon beasts as he could, and make up for his lack of qualifications by hunting them.

As for the time?

Then there is no need to rush, there is at least half a year before the one-year period, and he doesn't need to be in such a hurry.

Of course, he will not deliberately slow down his speed because of this.

Moving forward again, as he crossed a hill, his spiritual sense once again sensed the presence of his prey.

It was a white bear, with a pure white and flawless body lying on the snow, with a pure natural protective color, making it look very inconspicuous in the snowy mountains.

However, in front of Zhang Yun's spiritual sense, this simple latent method has no meaning.

If you want to hide his perception, you need to hide it with your breath, otherwise your efforts will be in vain.

Zhang Yun tilted his head and observed the beast from a distance for a moment.

After that, the snow beneath his feet began to tumble, and the waves of the snow collided with each other, and when they gathered enough strength, the waves drove the soles of his feet to shoot forward!

In the moonlight, the black shadow pulled out a long shadow, as if it was charging with a phantom behind it, and it approached its prey with unparalleled speed.

When he got a place not far from the white bear, the dim silver spear appeared in Zhang Yun's hand again.

As before, Zhang Yun repeated his old trick, taking advantage of the fact that the prey was completely unresponsive, and stabbed it towards its spine.

Only this time, when the tip of the spear touched the white flesh, it slipped out directly from the side, which surprised Zhang Yun, and quickly put away the spear, and stabbed it out at a different angle again between the lightning and flint.

But it still didn't work, as if the white bear's skin was coated with a layer of oil, and even the sharp tip of the spear could not find the point of focus.

Now it's a little embarrassing.

was attacked twice in succession, and no matter how slow the white bear was, he realized the danger.

The huge body was as vigorous as a rabbit, and it jumped up and changed its position in an instant, and crawled on the ground to prepare for culling.

The smart eyes were full of vigilance, as if he had a spiritual intelligence, staring at Zhang Yun's figure deadly, and the spiritual light in his eyes flickered non-stop.

Zhang Yun thought that it would immediately launch a counterattack, but he never thought that this beast would actually choose to wait and see, which became interesting.

"Got a psychic mind? Can you speak? ”

Zhang Yun's eyes narrowed slightly, and he asked with interest.

A look of hesitation flashed in the white bear's eyes, and after a moment of hesitation, its mouth opened: "Human language? I ......"

Before it could say a word, a white light pierced its throat in an instant, whirling wildly around it like a sharp spinning top.

The soft flesh was sliced open by the blade, and the flesh of its mouth was open, and the blood was gushing along with the pieces of flesh.

The white bear suddenly realized that he had fallen into a trap, but it was too late, and it was impossible for it to spit out the sharp weapon that had rushed into its mouth.

After rushing into the body, the cicada wings are like no one, and they begin to strangle the vital organs of the white bear from the inside.

In the face of this rogue play, the white bear has no choice, and it does not have the time and energy to think about these issues.

Because, the cicada wings are really fast, not only flying fast enough, but also killing people at a fast speed.

It's just some defenseless flesh, which is a hindrance to cicada wings.

In an instant, it emptied the inside of the white bear.

"Despicable ......"

These were the last words of the white bear, and like a human, it swallowed its last breath with a heart full of unwillingness.

In this regard, Zhang Yun just nodded indifferently and replied, "You are right. ”

Vile?

Of course this is despicable!

But it does work, doesn't it?

Zhang Yun will only consider the question of fairness when facing people close to him.

As for the treatment of prey?

Then what's fair or unfair, just kill it.

The white bear's evaluation before his death was indeed fine, but it was just fine, nothing more.